Bo Yun , who has already taken a shower, is wearing white sportswear, making the bulge on his pants visible.
The young man's little brother is energetic and stood tall. The huge mushroom head is going to protruding in the bristle cloth, making Qiao Ting blush.
Bo Yun is telling her what he wants?
After all, she has no experience in this area, and there is no way to know Bo Yun's inner thoughts through a single action.
"What am I going to learn?" The shy Qiao Ting asked quietly.
In addition to homework, Bo Yun also taught Qiao Ting the joy of masturbation and bonding, and now he is about to move on to another chapter.
"Making me happy." He raised her little hand and placed it on the bulging pants.
So hard.
Qiao Ting really felt how thick, long, and majestic Bo Yun’s cock was in her palm. Her body immediately recalled the ecstasy and comfortable feeling he had brought her, and the water from her abdomen gushed out. After a hot current dyed her underpants, she became a little restless.
"What should I do?"
She raised her small face, her watery eyes full of sincerity, asking for advice.
To learn to make Bo Yun happy is something she can ask for.
Bo Yun has done a lot for her, and she also hopes to give him something back.
Those big eyes looked at him without blinking, innocent and sweet, who could bear such affectionate gaze.
Bo Yun's throat suddenly became dry and dumb, and he wanted to put aside the guiding matter first, put the person under him, took off her clothes, and fought for a while before talking.
But he restrained it.
He wanted to experience another kind of pleasure.
With her soft mouth, let him taste the ecstasy of being sucked. <
"Help me pull my pants down."
Qiao Ting felt that his thick voice had become a little rough for some reason, but it was more sexy, making her ears pregnant.
Qiao Ting bit her embarrassed tender lips lightly, grabbed one end of the elastic band trousers with two small hands, and pulled off his pants.
Because Bo Yun's object was too thick and huge, it got stuck in the middle.
She didn't dare to insist, for fear of hurting him, so she didn't know what to do.
"Pull it out," Bo Yun instructed.
His breath is already a little unstable.
His cock was clamoring with excitement that he wanted to be soothed by her little mouth.
Does she want to pull Bo Yun's "thing" directly?
Qiao Ting's face turned redder and her breathing was short and fast.
"...Okay..."
Qiao Ting's right hand bent into his pants and touched his hot object.
She felt that what she held in her hand was like a flame, it was so hot, and she couldn't even held because it was too thick.
Qiao Ting’s small hands were cold, and the moment she touched the male instrument, Bo Yun couldn’t help but tremble, but her palms were so soft and delicate, and the touch was so comfortable. If it was summer the cool feeling might felt really good.
But winter is not so comfortable.
"Your hands are so cold."
"Ah, I'm sorry." Qiao Ting hurriedly withdrew her hand. "Should I go to soak in the hot water first?"
"No."
Bo Yun took her little hand, breathed softly on her head, and rubbed it in his palms.
His hands were as warm as his cock, and Qiao Ting's little hands were quickly warmed up.
He pressed Qiao Ting's palm to his cheek and let it go after making sure it was warm enough.
"Good."
"Yeah."
Qiao Ting stretched her hands into his pants again, pulled his trousers with one hand, and held his giant in the other, freeing the stiff stick from the shackles of his pants.
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